Mmmmmm. Marmalade! Now is the Season for Making Marmalade — Canning Across America. Not only is this a great idea, but it’s also got a link to a truly useful article on how things like weather and elevation affect food prep. I’ve found myself frustrated by the difference in baking between New York and Arizona, so this was something of a culinary life-saver. (The articles are also written by an old friend of mine.) Enjoy this...

I don’t care how you vote (okay, I do, but not for the reasons you think) and I don’t get political on this blog, but I do get “family” on this blog. So. Please encourage your friends and family to vote today. Just not with their feelings. Encourage everyone to vote with their heads. Ignore the hype. Ignore the attack ads. Look at the documentation from the League of Women voters–they’re sane. If you know...

I do! I’m making more and finally found a scientifically sound post on the set point for jelly and jam. I am happy to share the site, but not going to share my apple chili jelly. It’s just how I am. Sorry about that. However, as a peace offering I’m happy to provide you the “Peace Train” v “Crazy Train” off (Yusuf v...

We went to Apple Annie’s last week. It’s not exactly New York Apple Picking Weather, but it WAS under 80 when we were there, so no few complaints were heard from any of us. We picked: pumpkins, tomatoes, peppers (many varieties), green beans, did I mention tomatoes, cukes, butternut and banana and zucchini squash, and apples. Lotsa apples. Mmmmmmm. Last night began the extravaganza—Grandma Ruth’s Chili Sauce and...

The boys are off of school this week so getting back into the blogging/writing/work vein has been a challenge, but jet lag got me up at 4am, so you’re the beneficiaries. I decided to put the InterWebs to good use and will be collecting some of the recipes I came into contact with whilst over there. (You saw the whilst, didn’t you. Classy, eh?) So, today we take a look at Welsh Cakes or picau ar y maen (bakestone cakes). I’m...

Monday, September 27, 2010-Tuesday, September 28, 2010 DH drives me to airport after spending frantic morning   at last-minute self-employment deluge. Appear to have left without hair brush. Figures. Trip begins auspiciously with gluten-free beer in Delta Terminal bar/sushi bar of the Tucson Int’l (snort) Airport. Guess I shouldn’t snort. They have GF beer. Surrounded by happy travelers with lovely smiles. Sat next to only funny...